"I was here, I was naked, I had to at least try. And try I did. Until the sounds coming out of my mouth were ones I had never heard before."

Trying the Most Powerful Sex Toy: We Take the Sybian For a Spin

Posted on April 8, 2014

“Atta girl” he whispered into my ear as I was shaking and clinging to his body. My heart was racing so fast I felt as though it would explode out of my chest at any moment. I had been straddling a small but powerful device controlled by my partner that, within minutes, guided me to the strongest orgasm(s) I have ever had. I had to laugh, I felt pure bliss and pleasure—there was nothing else left to do. Truthfully, I had no idea I would get so sweaty. I had been planning to keep my shirt on, for christ sake.

Riding a Sybian, like I had seen in so many pornos both amateur and professional, was not the experience I had expected.

My partner and I climbed up the two flights of stairs to Canada’s only Sybian (like, the REAL thing) owner and rental proprietor, located just off of Queen Street West in Toronto. Wil McLean of Sybian Toronto graciously showed us his place and finally lead us to the sex toy playground where the Sybian itself lay on a clean and soft surface blanket. It looked simple enough; a black vinyl (antifungal, marine grade for easy cleaning) dome-shaped box. We found a couple of pillows and the three of us sat around the Sybian and began to chat. Wil offered us a couple of glasses of water, which we declined. He insisted. “You will need them.”

Before getting started, Wil sat with my partner and I and we all discussed a wide range of all things Sybian-related; the horse power of the machine, the easy cleaning methods, the specific functions of each pulse and vibration of the machine for each specific part of my vagina, clitoris and uterus. It turns out, from middle-aged couples who are now free of the kids to bachelor and bachelorette parties who are looking for a unique experience, Sybian Toronto sees folks from all walks of life who are ready and willing to explore and push the boundaries of their orgasmic power.

Wil guided my partner through the control functions, turning the machine on and giving us a feel for the horsepower through the vibrations carried in the floor. A master of technique, Wil taught us about the tantalizing precipice the Sybian waves of vibration could bring me to, and the importance of learning and using our own methods of communication. After almost an hour of chatting and our curious questions, Wil left us to it and put some Portishead on, as requested, as background music.

We both stripped down. I sat on the Sybian after changing the removable toy piece to a flathead, and tried to get comfortable. Once my partner began slowly moving the dials, the sensation was without a question very, very nice. My partner kissed my lips, told me I seemed tense and asked what he could do to help me relax. The truth was, while I knew I was heading toward an insanely powerful orgasmic experience, I began to notice my lack of control in the situation; I had to give my body and my self over to this machine and let it have its way with me. While I expected to easily hop on and ride the Sybian to orgasmic oblivion, I instead faced my ego, which harnessed the youthfulness of my unexplored sexuality, holding back any little bit of control it could grasp. Wil had told me to let go and allow my body to spill over the machine—I was here, I was naked, I had to at least try.
And try I did. Until the sounds coming out of my mouth were ones I had never heard before. I climaxed, it felt like, five different but connected times. With my partner at the controls under the instruction of vagina-whisperer Wil Mclean, I orgasmed with a power I had never experienced, for a length of time I had never known possible. Trembling, I asked my partner to take me down as he lowered the vibrational speed and intensity on the Sybian— delightful and powerful, it was overwhelming for my first time. Both of us panted as he helped me get off the machine; my legs were jelly, my heart was racing and we both had a permanent smile for the next couple hours.

Assisted by the sheer expertise of a sex and toy specialist who has been in the industry for more than a decade, I can certainly say that my Sybian experience had exceeded any expectations I had, and squashed all beliefs I had had about my vagina, my body and what toys can be and do for a couple’s intimacy. While the ride had exposed me to the power of my own orgasm, the experience was also humbling and intimate; I had expected any introduction of a toy into my partner and I’s sex life to be sterile and unintimate. Instead, my partner had just seen me at my most vulnerable as the whole session was about me and my genuine pleasure, there was not a facial expression nor a moan I could hide—nor would I ever want to.

Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. I am so sick of people acting like sex is the most important thing in the world. I have no interest in hearing about people's private, personal business. No one seems to have any modesty or shame anymore. That's why people are committing more murders in sicker ways, because there is no shame anymore. It's an "anything goes" world.

I've owned 3 sybians or I should say 1 sybian and 2 of the UK VX1 version. How come you ask? Well I worked away from home down in London for several years, only seeing my partner at weekends and I was simply bored. Earning more money that I could previously have imagined I read about the sybian online and when a VX1 came up on ebay near where I was staying I went for it. My flat at the time was private and noise was not an issue so I used it frequently and enjoyed it greatly. When my role at the company ended and I was to return home to Birmingham I could not take the machine with me as my partner would have been upset and with others at home using it would have been impossible so I sold it off through Ebay. I regretted this very soon after as firstly I missed the thing and secondly I found myself off on another working away from home assignment, this time in Leeds. As soon as I had established myself there I was on the hunt for another machine and again one came up on Ebay, this time a real USA sybian. in Sheffield. I picked it up from the seller one evening, getting back to the flat around 11pm and was desperate to have a ride. Unfortunately the noise was too great and I had to stop when a neighbour came and complained about vacuuming so late at night! I did manage to use it fairly frequently though over the next year so it wasn't that much of an issue, I just had to use it when working from the flat during the day or as soon as I got back in the evening and it was still reasonable to be making noise. Again this machine was sold off through ebay when my job ended and I was to return home. This one went, I recall, to Belgium so if you bought a used sybian from the UK about 7 years ago and live in Belgium Hi!. The third machine is again a VX1 but this one was bought new and I still have it. See my relationship broke down and we divorced about five years ago. I blame the living apart for work as the root cause as we just lost the ability to get along and when I came home for good problems surfaced big time. Anyway with the kids away at university and no partner I fill time masturbating on the VX1. I may get a new partner but he would have to accept my machine as I'm not giving it up again. As a user of both the sybain and VX1 I can tell you the VX1 is better by far. OK it has a separate power unit which is a pain but the thing is quieter, more powerful, has much nicer feeling attachments (all be it fewer) and best off runs from the accessory socket in a car which I do from time to time!

@Camilla Well, I guess we humans don't have long left. With a sybian why do we need men? I know if I were a man and my wife or lover had one she wouldn't give up I would be too hurt to stay with her. Let her sybian cook her breakfast in bed or run her a bubble bath.

Honestly, there are more than 7 billion people on Earth now. If this reduced our birthrate by a quarter, every woman on Earth should be given one free of charge. This planet will not be able to sustain our explosive growth rate soon. And if you'd give up a woman just because she uses a sex toy instead of depending solely on your suspect prowess in the bed, you're a selfish lover who doesn't care about her pleasure and most likely don't deserve her anyways.